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THE COSSACKS
“What a lot of things you have given that old fellow!” grumbled Vanytisha, “and it is still too little for him! Old beggar! What unreliable people!” he said, wrapping himself up in his overcoat, and taking his seat on the box.
“Shut up, swine!” cried the old man, laughing. “I declare, he is stingy !”
Maryánka came out of the shed, glanced indifferently at the tróyka, and, bowing, walked into the cabin.
“La fille!" said Vanytisha, winking, and giving a dull laugh.
“Go,” Olénin cried, angrily.
"Good-bye, father! Good-bye, I will remember you!” exclaimed Eróshka.
Olénin looked back. Uncle Eróshka was talking to Maryánka, apparently about his own affairs, and neither the old man nor the girl was looking at him.
